NOTE- All characters are 18 yrs of age or older.
Have you ever had the feeling that you're being watched? Jennifer was feeling that now...again. Ever since that incident on the bus, then with David and his friends... and Jake and his two brothers, the blonde wife had experienced the nagging feeling that wherever she went, someone could recognize her from those photos. She had no proof that any of the those pictures of her were posted on the internet. No one had said anything, showed her anything, or made any comments. But just knowing those photos could be out there somewhere made her feel...dirty, and paranoid.
And now it was happening again, here at the Fitness Club that she regularly visited four times a week. Jen was proud of how she'd stayed in shape, even at 40 years old. Her legs and ass were firm and shapely. Her tummy was flat and toned, and her 36b breasts still had no sag to them. She wore her long, blonde hair pulled into a pony tail when she worked out. She even did Kegel exercises in the privacy of her bathroom to keep her pussy snug and tight.
But she couldn't shake the feeling that those two young black guys across the weight room were looking at her too often, and at their phones. It wasn't unusual for most club patrons to have their phones with them on the exercise floor. But these guys were looking at their phones, then at her, then again at their phones. The taller one looked to be maybe 18-19, 6 foot 3 or so, very muscular and in shape. His workout buddy was around the same age, a bit shorter, maybe 6 feet, a few pounds heavier, but also very fit.
Maybe it was nothing she hoped, just her uncomfortable suspicions that any young male she encountered had seen "those photos" or, god forbid, the videos. Maybe they just admired the way her sweaty top and sports bra showed off her boobs. Maybe the way her snug, hot pink workout shorts cradled her round ass. Or the way the Hip Abductor machine held her thighs widespread and displayed her sweaty girl-parts to anyone who cared to look.
Oh geez, now they were walking over over toward the where Jen was struggling with the extra weight she'd convinced herself she could handle. Her thighs were forced wide apart and these guys were getting a good look at her barely covered crotch.
"Hey" the taller guy smiled, "I'm Rick. My buddy Jake and I need your help with a little bet we have." Rick swiped his finger across his phone screen and turned it toward her. "I say this is you, but Jake isn't so sure. Whaddya' say? Is it really you?"
Jen's heart was in her throat. OMG! There she was, on his phone screen, completely naked. She wanted to say something, anything. NO, thats not me, you've made a mistake. But she was so shocked to be outed like this, here in public, that her mouth just hung open as she tried to stammer out any kind of denial.
Both boys were grinning at her red-faced distress. "Yeah, we thought it was you. Its okay," Ricked smiled. "Your secret is safe with us. Why don't we just head on over to the yoga studio at the back. There aren't any classes for the rest of the day, and nobody else needs to hear us talk about this."
Still too flustered to think clearly, the blonde wife let the boys help her up from the thigh machine. Each one took an arm and half-guided, half-pulled her into the empty workout area.
"So do you like to be called Jennifer, Jen, or Jenni?" Rick asked. Jen was shocked that they knew who she was.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, confused and concerned. Before Rick could answer, she heard the door open, and a third young black male entered. He was wearing the uniform of the Fitness Club, and his name, Daryl, was embroidered on the front of his shirt.
"Oh Daryl figured it out for us. He works the front desk and saw you coming in every week. He's actually the one who recognized you from those pictures online. He looked up your information on your Membership Application and clued us in on who you were. We even know where you work and your address."
The blonde wife's spirits sank as she realized these boys had all the leverage they needed to get anything they wanted from her. But, what DID they want? Money? She found herself hoping it was that simple...
"Okay guys, I get it. What is it you want?" she mumbled. She didn't like the smiles on their faces as they leered at her.
"We can talk about that later," Rick grinned. " For now, I think we'll start with blow jobs."
"HERE? Right now?" Jen whimpered. She wanted to scream for help, or run. But she understood she really had no other options. "Okay...fine. Let's get this over with." Not for the first time she wondered how she always seemed to end up as a sex toy for horny black guys. "Is that door locked?" she asked.
"Nope, Fire Department code says it has to be unlocked while the Club is open," Daryl smiled.
"B-but what happens if somebody walks in?" she whimpered. All three looked at her and grinned.
"Well, I guess they can watch if they want!" replied Daryl. "Maybe you want to get going here before that happens?"
Hanging her head in defeat, Jen dropped to her knees and waited as Rick tugged down his shorts and his jock strap. OMG! His cock was BIG! And not even fully erect yet. "Yeah, I get that a lot from white bitches," he grinned when he saw her reaction. "Suck it Jen. You know you want to."
Reluctantly the blonde wife opened her mouth and accepted the head of his heavy cock. She had already determined that the best course of action would be to make each of them cum as quickly as possible. She guessed that a big part of the thrill for them was having this power over a married white woman, and she wouldn't let them prolong her humiliation any longer than she had to.
And to be honest...she was worried she might start to enjoy it, like she had with some of the other black boys she'd been forced to have sex with. That would take her down that dark path she didn't think she'd want to revisit.
But to make Rick cum fast, she would need to be aggressive. Jen wrapped both hands around the shaft of his thick cock and started milking it while she slurped and mouthed the swollen purple prick head.
"Damn, this bitch really wants my black meat," he grunted. "Lookit' her sucking on it!" He grabbed her blonde ponytail as a handle and began pushing her head down further on his stiff prick. She gagged a few times when he forced her head down too far.